Albert’s heart never raced so fast in his entire life. He was at a party that one of his friends decided to host, but whose idea was to play seven minutes in heaven at a party? What were they – stupid teenagers?

Actually, Albert was feeling like a stupid teenager. His best friend, Jake, just had to notice how cute he thought you were and really wanted to dare you two to play seven minutes in heaven together in a closet, a tight closet, for seven whole minutes.

You two never really talked before; he didn't even know you very well, sure you had spoken a few times and appeared in each others videos a few times, but not that well. Not at all. Albert sucked in any attempt to do the slightest romance; flirting was something he wasn’t able to do without laughing out of nervousness, all sheepish. Which was pretty ironic, considering how he acted on his Youtube channel.

“You’re not claustrophobic, are you?”, he asked, in a whisper, and immediately slapped himself in his own mind for asking such a stupid question.